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I was rushing a project, due at 6,
With a messy top, I couldn’t resist
Arranging trays with photos of my man;
Such thick debris, a whole clean-up began.
A jar of expired tea spilled on my chest
Now, this made me shake off a lunch hour’s rest.
My hands pulled out scarves, lotion, and fake gems
From a drawer filled with old beauty items!
Then, I checked a pile of discs that was needed
Yet my eyes found notes, memos never read.
By 4 pm, job mates helped me wipe out
Heaps of litter, junk mail pouring like spouts.
Oh deadline came while I froze on page 1,
Knowing the boss would demand a rerun!
Sara Kendrick's Today I Accomplished
5/18/2015
FRUITY RIDE
When I was nine years old
My Grandma taught me Mathematics.
She had cut two pieces of watermelon
in shape of equal circular discs
and convinced me the tricks
of conversion of circular motion
into linear and made me clear.
Circular melon pieces resembled
wheels to be assembled
to make a bi-cycle!
As the wheels to swirl and whirl
bi-cycle to run on straight path
in joy and mirth.
So, I started to complete the construction
in fruity zone.
I cut smaller portion of circular pieces of pine-apple
to use as wheels of chain
attached to two paddles
made from rectangular pieces of apple.
A piece was cut off from pear in shape of seat.
Chain of cycle I made with a garland
of series of strawberries.
Sugar cane sticks were used to form the rods.
So! Pulpy juicy delicious ! Bi-cycle! Marvellous!
offering fantasy ride for any Fruity Fairy.
Beta and the VHS
Could not be beaten years ago.
A childhood of watching tapes...
These were standard video.
Then throughout my teenage years
The DVD was made.
The quality was noticeable
Because of this upgrade.
Discs progressed over more years...
Along came the Blu-ray.
Evolution yet again
Of picture and display.
Ultraviolet and 3D...
Digital copies too.
Many ways to watch a film...
These are just a few.
These days, resolution lies
In glamourous 4K...
Up to four times better than
The typical Blu-ray.
From what I've heard of resolution
8K is the best.
I wonder how when the time comes
It compares to the rest?
there was a little girl
who saw me and came up to me
and said, 'you are that unseen guy
who writes poems'
i nodded my head yes with a smile
and asked her how she knew
she told me that my poems got her
through her many times in the hospital
i asked her what her name was
she said with a surefire tone of confidence
'CONSTANCE'
i tell confident constance that it is a pleasure to meet her
she answered back 'likewise', making me laugh
she told me that she was diagnosed with eye cancer
i asked her how she was able to read my poems
she told me 'on a good day when my vision is not blurry'
she went on to tell me about her bulging eye, the shadows, and the wiggly lines
i asked her if she was ever, in some parts, blind
she shook her head no with a 'thank God!' look on her face
i asked her what was her favorite poem
she exclaimed 'ALL OF THEM!'
she had a copy of one of my poems in her left hand
i noticed this and she laughed as she figured out my look
while still laughing, she said 'I DID THAT FOR A REASON!'
i took the copy of the poem
it was BUTTERSCOTCH IS STILL A FRIEND OF MINE
i asked why that one was her favorite
she replied by saying 'because i too like butterscotch'
i then offered to take her to a place to get a butterscotch dipped cone
she shook her head and said 'make it a butterscotch sundae and you got me'
i said okay and promised her that i would not forget the cherry on top
i signed her copy of my poem, asked her mother for permission,
and off we went
we all had a good time that day, and i am glad that i blessed constance and her mom with that memory
here we are now, exactly a year and a half after that standout memory,
kissing constance's little forehead in a butterscotch colored casket
her eye cancer returned more aggressive and spread to her brain
i put seven butterscotch discs right at her heart to have in heaven
You just will not believe what we
found in the desert sands,
a city lost a thousand years
out in the western lands!
I led the dig that found the place,
and I’ve got to tell you,
what we’ve dug up is gonna change
all that you thought you knew…
In the middle of this lost town,
an unexpected site,
buildings of all past world cultures,
yes, yes, you heard me right!
You’ll first see a big pyramid
that rivals Egypt’s size,
no one knew that they made it here,
but soon we realized
Right next to it, like a castle
rose another palace,
like those the ancient English built,
but never one like this!
And not far off, a large complex
made by the ancient French,
copy of their iron tower,
they built it here, again.
Not far off a palace the looks
much like ancient New York,
when people lived in tower homes,
the American sort.
Down the way is a vast complex
the ancient Romans built,
statues of their honored leaders,
with finery it’s filled.
And not far off, a past Venice
rises up from the earth,
they were so rich they built canals
right here in the desert!
Scattered around are massive halls
filled with thousands of seats,
vast places where all of the world
could congregate and meet,
And that’s what told us what this was,
it all made lots of sense,
this town was where the nations met
to make peace amongst men.
Each nation had their own palace
centered here on this road,
if conflict rose out in the world,
to the meeting halls they’d go.
They’d talk out their problems to seek
reconciliation,
I believe this city must’ve housed
the United Nations!
I know you hear that name and think
it just cannot be true,
but given all we’ve discovered,
what else makes sense to you?
Now there is much still to dig out,
one mystery is this:
Everywhere we dig we find these
small, useless plastic discs?
…weird.
After much cajoling by my kids and grandkids over the years,
I entered the computer age with great tremblings and fears.
My Selectric typewriter and encyclopedia were comprehensible to me,
Now, I'm totally bewildered and fear I'll click the wrong key!
I've read every "Computers for Dummies" book that I can.
They might as well have been written in Afghanistan!
I've mastered turning it on and shutting it down all alone,
But beyond that, little about its operation is known!
Windows pop up saying, "Your program performed an illegal operation!"
I panic knowing that I'm facing twenty years of incarceration!
Daily I'm deluged with dozens of e-mails called "spam",
Wanting to sell this and that, proffering the usual scam!
Trying to coordinate the mouse and that little arrow on the screen,
Is akin to controlling the elusive Mexican jumping bean!
I've tried to master cursors, gigabytes and the system unit;
Alas, I'm technically challenged, there ain't no doubt about it!
With this computer thing my life has assumed a baffling demension.
Icons, floppy discs and CD-ROMS are beyond my comprehension.
My eyes glaze over as I sweat and ponder what to do.
Lord, deliver me from this perdition, I need a computer guru!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I landed on the bottom of the deepest lake on earth
My will to live had escaped me
Eyes wide shut, tho my spirit remained
Confused in death, much as in life
Green specs of membrous memories floated under my eyelids
Happy thoughts- skipping flat, smooth, dolomite discs
Into Lake Superior, screaming "watch me, watch me"
To mom & dad vigilant on the picnic bench above me
Nodding their heads
Eliciting roars of approval at 7-8-9 skips
Before losing speed, distance and the will to go on
Letting go, travelling to some distant universe
Where another can hold such wonder in their hands
Where another
Can hold such wonder
In their hands
11/29/18
A funny thing happened on the way to the market
I arrived in my Porsche, there was no where to park it
So I circled the village; and parked it in a side road
When I returned an hour later, my car was being towed!
I asked the traffic warden whatever was the matter
She said there’s no tax disc, boy that warden did natter
I said what planet are you on, you are so behind the times
Tax discs are not compulsory, and I’ve committed no crimes
She said I also saw you were parked on double yellow lines
And for those misdemeanours you’ll be getting huge fines
I said madam I have to totally disagree with you
There are no yellow lines, nor red white or blue
May I urgently suggest you arrange a sight test
and return my Porsche as I’m getting quite stressed
She admitted needing glasses , she had done so for years
And she then burst out crying - I had to mop up her tears
A phone call was made; my car was towed back to me
I drove the warden to Specsavers, then went home for my tea
A funny thing happened on ... Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
6/25/18
Back before the world knew of
Computers, cell phones and compact discs
There lived a little girl who loved grandma
In a way that could be said was fanatical
She followed grandma through her garden
Naming vegetables and flowers, listening
To the bird sing a beautiful sonnet
While her heart raced on with love so honest
Grandma became her greatest fan
Laughing at her antics with such pleasure
Her heart was filled with love unconditional
Love that erased all worry, fear or dread
With her grandma, the little girl felt
Like light reflected all around her heart
Inside her thoughts, wherever she went
And there was light to capture her warmth
As she learned more and more about her grandma
There came a moment in time when she realized
Grandma often lay on the couch, closing her eyes
But wasn’t always sleeping, only taking a hiatus
“Grandma, are you sleeping?’ the girl would ask
“No, I’m only resting my eyes, dear one,” she would say then
The little girl would watch her face as she rested
Wondering if she could hope to interrupt her hiatus
Soon, Grandma would rise from her afternoon rest
And give the girl a smile, a laugh and a caress
Whispering to her of all the love and joy she expressed
Through kindness, gentleness and that giving spirit
Back before the world knew of
Dreaded heartbreak, dying dreams and the sigh of death
This little girl found solace in her grandma’s arms
Where there were only smiles and laughter with no harm
Hiatus Poetry Contest, sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
January 27, 2021
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.
I am under your spell.
Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale.
All will be well.
Your discs will sell.
You can exhale.
Your going to be an over night bombshell.
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.
Paperwork we will curtail
We will start your tour in the finest hotels.
You will get tons of fan mail.
I am under your spell.
People will be listening to your music on
Carrousels,
Monorails,
And even in motels.
Pretty soon you'll be living the fairytale.
People will want to know every detail
Of your life including where you dwell.
To tell the truth there won't be anything
They can't unveil.
All will be well
Mademoiselle.
You have set your sail.
When you penned the microphone to
Your lapel
To us you became our martindale.
You sing so sweet beautiful nightingale.